Hayride
Applejack squinted up at the afternoon sun, scratching at a tingly spot on her belly. With the Summer Sun Celebration coming up in two days, all of Ponyville was abuzz with preparations for the town festival. While Sweet Apple Acres was no exception, the Apples were as preoccupied with their family reunion as with the festival preparations. From all across the land, aunts, uncles, and cousins had gathered at Sweet Apple Acres to celebrate the long history of the Apple family and the spirit of togetherness.
"It's a mite hot out today," a deep voice said from the doorway to the old farmhouse. Applejack looked to her left as the screen door opened and her tall, broad-shouldered, muscular brother, Big Macintosh, stepped out.
"Eeyup," Applejack said. "How's th' reunion goin'?"
Big Mac shrugged. "Th' yung'uns're playin' in th' shade, Granny an' th' old gals're workin' on that quilt, an' ever'body else's got their own stuff goin' on. Ah'm jes' out here takin' a break fer a spell, same as you."
"Actually, Ah'm about t' head back out an' visit some," Applejack said. "It's too dang hot t' stand around roastin'."
"Eeyup." Big Macintosh frowned at his sister. "You better not let Granny catch you dressed like that, AJ. You know she don't take kindly t'—"
"Let 'er gripe all she wants," Applejack said. "On a summer day like this, Ah'm gonna be comfortable. Ah ain't no teenager no more, Ah ain't gotta follow Granny's stupid outdated dress code. Besides, ain't like Ah'm th' only Apple dressed like this." She looked down at her short, breezy orange cotton skirt and the matching low-cut tie top which left her midriff and generous cleavage exposed. Due to the heat, she'd chosen to wear a pair of comfortable flip-flops instead of boots. "Anyway, Ah ain't even goin' off th' farm today."
"Well, alright," Big Mac said. "An' you're right, most'a th' fellers got their shirts off too."
"Not you though, huh big bro?" Applejack asked teasingly.
Big Mac blushed. "Eeenope," he said. "Ah ain't comfortable walkin' around half-nekkid."
Applejack chuckled. "Ain't nothin' wrong with a good, honest, hard-workin' farmer bein' half-nekkid." She patted Big Mac on the shoulder and walked off, waving. "Ah'm gonna go see what kinda mischief Ah can git up to. Catch you later!"
"Eeyup."
Applejack walked through the house and out the back, headed for the barn. A number of makeshift tents had been set up around the orchard, underneath which picnic tables, folding chairs, and blankets had been set up. The assorted members of the Apple family were cooking, eating, playing, talking, laughing, making music, doing crafts together, and generally mingling. She smiled.
"Hey cuz," a voice called from off to her left. She turned to see a man her age wearing jeans, dusty boots, a suede vest, and a Stetson. He had green eyes not unlike her own and dark gold hair.
"Hey Braeburn," she said. "Whatcha up to?"
"Me an' some others was fixin' t' go on a little hayride," Braeburn said. "They said they'd be mighty thrilled if you'd come along."
Applejack shrugged. "Sure, a nice hayride sounds good." She followed Braeburn down one of the sparse trails that led to the edge of one of the orchards. A large wooden wagon stood waiting, with two of the farm's sturdiest horses hitched to it. In the wagon sat six of her male cousins. There was Apple Cinnamon, whose light green hair hung down into his green eyes and who wore his favorite red Western shirt and green-and-white bolo tie; Bushel, with his long two-tone green hair and off-white ten-gallon hat; Half-Baked, who wore a brown Stetson atop his reddish-brown hair and a polka-dotted green bandana around his neck; the twins—Red Delicious, with his short spiky blue hair and deep blue eyes, and Golden Delicious, with his green eyes and upswept dark hair—and Wensley, who looked the least like an Apple of any member of the family, with his pale peach eyes, impeccably coiffed pale gold hair, and stylish green polo shirt. They were talking and laughing and drinking cold beers.
Red Delicious noticed her and waved her over. "Howdy cuz!" he called. "Comin' on a litle ride with us?"
"Eeyup," Applejack said. The twins unlatched the back of the wagon and dropped it open for her, and she climbed in. Inside, hay had been stacked one bale deep, and a few thick wool blankets had been spread out over it.
"Cold one, AJ?" Bushel asked.
Applejack frowned. "Ah shouldn't, but...aw, heck. Sure." Bushel popped the cap off a bottle and handed it to her. Braeburn climbed up in front and took the reins.
"We're gonna ride 'er out t' th' west orchard," Braeburn said as he snapped the reins. "Nice an' shady out there."
Applejack frowned. "Ah dunno, there's a fruit bat problem out that way."
"Well, we ain't got no fruit, so them bats shouldn't bother us," Bushel chuckled. "Besides, like Brae said, it's got more shade than any other part of th' Acres."
"Well, that's true," Applejack said, taking a swig of her beer. "So, whut've you fellas been up to?"
"No dang good," Golden Delicious said with a grin.
Applejack rolled her eyes. "Well that's news," she quipped. "How 'bout yer bunch, Bushel?"
"Mostly we been doin' all the real work helpin' Brae's bunch settle down in Appleloosa."
"Oh yeah, how's that comin' along, Brae?" Applejack asked.
"Not bad," Braeburn said. "We got th' livery an' th' saloon an' th' sheriff's office up, an' th' trees we're transplantin' are takin' down pretty good." He grunted. "Havin' some trouble with them damn Buffalo tribe idjits, though. There's more'n enough land out there fer all of us."
The cousins talked, laughed, and drank all through the slow, bumpy ride out to the west orchard. The shade of the bat-infested apple trees loomed closer. Bushel had brought along his guitar and was picking out an aimless tune. By the time Applejack had finished her beer, the sun was barely visible through the thick canopy of leaves overhead. The wagon veered off the trail and into the soft grass, coasting to a stop.
"This far enough out, boys?" Braeburn asked.
"Eeyep, this is good," Red replied. "Why don't you take care o' th' horses while we git started?"
"Sure thing."
Applejack blinked. "Git started with whut?" she asked.
Bushel stowed his guitar in the leather bag that hung off the side of the wagon, while Golden collected the beer bottles and dropped them back into the cooler at the front.
Half-Baked wrapped his arms around Applejack's neck from behind. "Me an' th' fellas couldn't help but notice how much you've grown, AJ," he said.
"Yeah, you're a right fine-lookin' gal," Golden Delicious said. "You growed up real purdy."
"Ain't seen tits like yours in a coon's age," Bushel added.
Applejack fidgeted uncomfortably. "Uhh...h-hey now, y'all...Ah, uh..." She squirmed, trying to dislodge Half-Baked. "Ah mean, that's right nice'a y'all t' say an' all, but uh...we're kin. Y'all shouldn't be—" She broke off with a surprised squawk as Red Delicious knelt in front of her and untied her top, spreading it open and giving her breast a squeeze through her light green bra.
"H-hold up now!" Applejack gasped. She slapped Red's hand away. "Jes' what th' hell d'you think you're doin'?"
Red chuckled. "Grab her hands, cuz." Half-Baked seized Applejack's wrists and held her hands behind her back. Red reached around behind her and unclasped her bra. Applejack squirmed and thrashed as Half-Baked and Red worked together to strip her shirt and bra off.
"Damn, look at those tits," Golden Delicious said as he joined them. He reached in and seized Applejack's left breast, roughly squeezing it and pinching her nipple.
Braeburn climbed into the wagon. "Got th' horses out grazin'," he said. "Did Ah miss much?"
"Nah, we're just gettin' started," Red said.
Applejack looked around at her cousins. "Whut...whut're y'all..." Anger and confusion shone in her eyes, as well as a hint of fear. "We're...we're family..."
"Mighty sorry, AJ," Braeburn said. "But, y'see, well...for th' longest time now, ever since you, y'know, started fillin' out an' all...well, me an' th' boys have wanted t'..." He trailed off.
"We're gonna fuck you, Applejack," Bushel said. "We're all gonna fuck you. We've been plannin' this all month."
Applejack's eyes widened. "No..." she whispered. "No! You...y'all...Ah ain't..."
Red stood up, unbuckling his belt and dropping his jeans and underwear, revealing his erect manhood. Half-Baked took hold of Applejack's hair and gave her head a sharp yank back. Applejack cried out in pain. Red stepped forward and forced his dick into Applejack's mouth. She gave a muffled cry of protest and struggled against the hands holding her down, but she was helpless to stop Red from pounding his hot, hard cock into the back of her throat. Tears spilled from her eyes and she whimpered softly.
"Ah think she's nice an' docile now," Golden said. He let go of Applejack's breast and dropped his own pants. Kneeling beside her, he took hold of her left hand and wrapped it around his dick. On Applejack's other side, Bushel did the same with her right hand. Red kept fucking Applejack's mouth while Bushel and Golden forced Applejack to stroke their dicks with her hands.
"Oh shit, AJ, your mouth feels so good..." Red said.
Braeburn leaned in and fondled Applejack's breasts, seizing her left nipple with his teeth and giving a quick, sharp bite. He then licked and sucked on her nipple as he pulled and kneaded her tits. "Ah wish we had girls half as fine in Appleloosa," he said. "You wanna move to Appleloosa, AJ? You could be th' town who—"
Applejack managed to squirm around enough to lash out with a leg and kick Braeburn in the stomach. He sailed backward and crashed against the cooler. Half-Baked pulled hard on Applejack's hair again, and she slumped back, Red's dick popping out of her mouth.
Golden laughed. "Haw! There's our cousin AJ! So strong, such a little hellcat." He grinned. "Makes it more fun, don't it boys?"
"Ah wanted t' cum in her mouth," Red said sourly. He grabbed Applejack's shoulder and forced her still, shoving his dick into her mouth again. "Hold still now, AJ," he grunted as he pounded hard and fast into Applejack's mouth. Hot, angry tears filled her eyes as she glared hatefully up at him. Golden and Bushel gave up forcing Applejack to stroke them off and simply held her hands, rubbing their dicks against her palms.
Red came first; Applejack nearly choked as hot seed burned its way down her throat. Golden and Bushel came all over her hands; as they stepped away, she could feel it squishing between her fingers.
"Let's get a look at that pussy," Red said.
"Ah call first dibs on her cooch," Braeburn said. "Seein' as Ah was th' one that got kicked an' all."
"Fair enough," Golden said. He and Half-Baked wrestled Applejack down, pinning her shoulders to the bed of hay and blankets. Red, Braeburn, and Bushel worked against the flailing of Applejack's lethal legs. Her flip-flops sailed off and landed out in the orchard. With a terribly loud ripping sound, her skirt died a painful death, discarded in the front of the wagon next to the cooler. The boys struggled to peel her panties off, throwing them over the side of the wagon. Applejack fell still, sagging in defeat. Red and Bushel spread her legs apart, exposing her flushed sex with its sparse thatch of coarse blond hair.
"Hoo-wee, lookie there!" Braeburn said. "She's rarin' t' go!"
"You ever see a pussy that sweet?" Bushel asked.
"That is grade-A, farm-fresh cooch right there," Red said.
"Ah'm...gonna kill all y'all," Applejack said raggedly.
"You're some pussy worth dyin' for," Golden said. He seized Applejack's right breast and gave it a rough squeeze.
Braeburn knelt down in the hay and jammed a callused finger into Applejack's sex. She cried out. With a grin, he pried her outer lips open. "Damn, she's already so wet," he said. He brushed a fingertip across her clit; Applejack jerked and gasped. Braeburn shoved a finger into Applejack's pussy, probing the inside, curling his finger like a hook and jerking sharply against her sensitive flesh. Applejack dug her cum-soaked fingers into the blanket and curled them into claws, arching her back.
"She's ready," Red said.
Braeburn stood and took off his pants. Applejack's eyes widened. "Brae...you ain't really gonna..."
"We all are, AJ," Braeburn said with a smile. "Don't worry none, we'll take good care of you. After all," he chuckled, "we're family!"
Half-Baked took off his pants and straddled AJ, facing her. His throbbing cock settled between her breasts. Golden knelt behind Applejack's head and grabbed her tits, pushing them up and squeezing them in, pressing them against Half-Baked's dick. Applejack shuddered as Half-Baked started thrusting his manhood into her chest.
Red and Bushel fondled Applejack's thighs and ass as Braeburn hooked her legs over his, rubbing his cock against her slit.
"Oh Celestia, Brae, don't—AAAH!" Applejack's back arched as Braeburn thrust deep inside her.
"Oh Celestia...she's so tight," Braeburn groaned. He pounded into her pussy, making her cry out with each hard, sharp thrust. Half-Baked ground his dick into Applejack's breasts, which bounced against Golden's hands with the force of Braeburn's thrusts.
Hot tears streamed from Applejack's eyes. "Why...why're y'all...doin' this? We're...we're kin..."
"Just lie back and enjoy the ride, AJ," Red said.
"Enjoy it?" Applejack asked, wincing as Braeburn pounded her harder and faster. "Ain't no woman alive would enjoy this!"
"Wow, someone's leading a sheltered life," Wensley said with a dry chuckle.
"Hey Wensley, who was that chick you used to go out with? The one who had her clit pierced and liked bein' tied up an' whipped?" Bushel asked as he fondled Applejack's foot.
"Who, Lightning Dust?" Wensley said. "She ODed on heroin a few months ago."
"Ouch. Sorry cuz," Bushel said. "Damn shame...remember that time at that one party?" He chuckled. "Ah ain't never seen one gal with that much cum on 'er."
"Yeah, she just kept begging for more," Wensley said with a chuckle.
"Y'all are...sick..." Applejack said, voice full of loathing and dread.
"Nah, we just like havin' a good time with hot chicks," Red said. "An' there ain't no chick in all Equestria hotter'n you."
"But...Ah'm...yer...cousin..." Applejack gasped out, fighting not to sob.
"Nnnngh...!" Braeburn grunted. "Ah'm...gonna...!"
Applejack screamed as Braeburn's hot seed flooded inside her. Half-Baked came right after Braeburn, spurting all over Applejack's breasts, neck, and face. After one last, dry pump, he got up off her and sat against the rails of the wagon. Braeburn sat back against the cooler. "Dang, AJ, your pussy is amazing," he said.
"Alright, our turn now," Red said. "C'mon, get 'er up on her knees."
Applejack wanted to pull away, wanted to kick her cousins in their balls, climb out of the wagon, and high-tail it back to the farmhouse, wanted to be anywhere but the hay wagon. Yet she found she had no strength to resist as she was forced to straddle Red, who lay on the blankets. He held onto her hips and brought her down over his cock. She whimpered as Red buried his dick in her sex. Her body burned; instinct made her move her hips in a way she didn't want to, and she grinded her pussy into Red as he thrust upward into her.
"Good, you're gettin' into it now," Red said.
Applejack felt another pair of hands on her ass. "Look at this tight, sweet ass," Bushel said from behind her. She gasped as Bushel spread her cheeks apart.
"Whut're you...OH CELESTIA DON'T!" Applejack cried as she felt a hot pressure against her asshole. She screamed raggedly as Bushel forced his cock into her ass. "Oh Celestia..."
"Ngh...so tight..." Bushel grunted. He slowly pushed his length up Applejack's ass; the pain and pressure from the intrusion was made worse by Red's cock hammering her pussy.
Wensley knelt in front of Applejack and took hold of her head, drawing it forward. Applejack's eyes widened as she espied his manhood. "No...don't—" Her gasps and moans and pleas were stifled as Wensley drove his cock into her mouth.
Applejack whimpered and moaned as her cousins fucked her pussy, ass, and mouth. Hot tears spilled freely from her eyes. She felt hands grab at her breasts, but she didn't care whose they were anymore. She found herself no longer really caring who was doing what to her. Her entire world was three dicks invading her body, and the strange mix of horror, fear, anger, shame, and pleasure that filled her body. Worst of all, the pleasure was slowly growing, dulling the anger and horror and disgust she knew she should feel.
Two more dicks were pressed into her hands, and she stroked them, moaning into Wensley's cock. Her pussy was slick; Red's manhood throbbed inside her as he fucked her faster and harder. Her ass burned with every hard shove of Bushel's dick.
"Ah'm gonna come inside you, AJ," Red said. "Ah'm gonna come...!"
"Oh Celestia, Ah'm comin' too!" Bushel grunted.
For the second time, hot warmth exploded inside Applejack's pussy. A second blast of hot, sticky wetness filled her ass, shortly joined by a third inside her mouth. Bushel and Wensley pulled out and stepped away; Applejack fell forward, breasts landing on Red's face. She coughed and spat cum onto the blanket. The throbbing hot cocks in her hands erupted, and she felt more seed spatter on her hands, arms, and back.
She wasn't given any time to rest. Golden rolled her over on her back and started fucking her. She lay there and let him pound his cock into her. Braeburn straddled her and fucked her tits. She pressed them up and around his cock, playing with her own nipples as Braeburn's dick rubbed her. Half-Baked grabbed her leg and rubbed her foot against his cock, thrusting into her toes. Applejack wasn't sure how long it was before Golden came inside her, Braeburn's cum covered her face, and Half-Baked's cum squished between her toes.
Red and Wensley hauled her to her feet. Wensley slipped his arms around her thighs and lifted her legs up, spreading them. Red took firm hold of her waist. With Applejack suspended between them, Wensley fucked her in the pussy while Red pounded into her asshole. Applejack's tongue lolled out of her cum-covered face as she coasted along, offering no resistance. Bushel presented his dick to her; she grabbed and stroked it, running her thumb along the tip.
"Okay, Ah think we've just about wore her out," Red said five minutes later as his cum dribbled out of Applejack's ass. He and Wensley gently lowered her to the soft bed of hay and wool, spreading her out on her back. Her left foot, crotch, thighs, stomach, tits, hands, back, ass, and face were all covered in cum. Drool trickled from her mouth as her head lolled to the side, eyes glassy.
"Damn, we sure made a mess," Golden said.
"We gotta get 'er cleaned up an' dressed afore anybody sees this," Braeburn said. "Especially Big Mac. He'll kill us."
Red knelt next to Applejack. "Hey AJ," he said, "you're not gonna turn Big Mac loose on us, are you? You're not gonna tell anyone what happened here, right?"
Applejack turned her head slowly and looked up at him. "Ah don't know whut you're talkin' about," she said. "Ah jes' went for a hayride with mah cousins."
The next day...
Applejack, dressed in a loose green and white blouse, an ankle-length denim skirt with three apples embroidered near the hem, and brown boots, was carrying a crate of fizzy apple cider from the cold storage out to the picnic tables when two unfamiliar people walked up the dusty main trail from the farm's gates. One was a man with short, spiky green hair, gold eyes, tanned skin, and a scar across the bridge of his nose, dressed in the uniform of the Canterlot Royal Guard. The other was a fair-skinned, slight-figured girl about her age, with bright purple eyes and long violet hair with razor-straight bangs and a vertical pink stripe. She wore a knee-length indigo skirt with a large six-pointed magenta star ringed with five smaller six-pointed white stars, a high-collared lavender blouse with a ruffled black cravat, a purple velvet choker, and plain purple flats. It took Applejack a moment to register that a purple baby dragon with green spines toddled along between the strangers.
Applejack set her crate down and put her hands on her hips. "Howdy strangers! What brings y'all t' Sweet Apple Acres?"
The girl nodded politely to her, pulling a clipboard out of the brown satchel that hung at her waist. "I'm looking for one...Applejack," she said.
"That's me," Applejack said.
"Ah, good. My name is Twilight Sparkle," the girl said. "This is my fiance Emerald Blade, and my assistant Spike. Princess Celestia sent us from Canterlot to check up on the preparations for the Summer Sun Celebration."
"Pleased t' meetcha," Applejack said. "We've been workin' hard t' get piles o' tasty treats ready fer tomorrow. If'n y'all would just..." She picked up her crate with a grimace and a grunt. "Nngh...follow me..."
"Are you alright?" Emerald Blade asked. "You seem to be in pain..."
"Oh, Ah just...just pulled somethin' yesterday..." Applejack said with a weak, nervous laugh.
Twilight frowned at her, eyes unreadable. "Pulled something, huh?" She shook her head. "Well then, let me give you a hand with that."
"That's mighty kind of you t' offer, sugarcube, but—"
Twilight raised one hand, which glowed with a magenta aura, and pointed it at the crate. The same magenta aura wreathed the crate, which floated out of Applejack's hands and hung in midair. "I insist," Twilight said. "Now lead the way."
Applejack blinked. "Huh. Well Ah'll be..."
As they walked up the road, Twilight stepped closer to Applejack and whispered into her ear, "I don't mean to pry, but...I know exactly what makes a woman walk that way, and I have a balm that'll help with that, if you're interested."
Applejack stared at the slight, unassuming mage. "Uhh...yeah, Ah think Ah'll take you up on that..."